We’ve spent the summer out
Throwing pineapple tops into jars of water
And waiting to grow new fruit
A bellyful of blue mondays spent
Picking daisy chains up off the grass
Sitting down in the muddy creek
Comparing clovers
You said I’m a girl from the 1920’s
Out on a river fishing in a boat
But the last time I was in a canoe my thighs burnt
